Blowback

Here comes the new God's gift

It's not just his upper lip that's stiff

He's a different breed of altruist

He's keeping himself clean

He'll pull down the stars for you

Gods and angels all walk through

And there's nothing that he wouldn't do

To show you what he means

But don't you dare try to take him on

'Cause everything you think is wrong

You've not got where he's coming from

If you disagree

'Cause he's a blowback throwback new old man

Walking hyperbole

Break out the swords and flags

Our savior dressed in rags

A modern day Sir Galahad

A triumph of the brand

He shakes his money from your purse

Every little scrap of worth

He sows those coins into the earth

And fences off his land

But don't you dare try to take him on

'Cause everything you think is wrong

You've not got where he's coming from

If you disagree

'Cause he's a blowback throwback old new man

Walking hyperbole

He's got a TV slot so he's on top

Writing his autobiography

Fan mail is off the scale

The people's reactionary

But don't you dare try to take him on

'Cause everything you think is wrong

You've not got where he's coming from

If you disagree

'Cause he's a blowback throwback new old man

Walking hyperbole